Sunday, July 23, 2023

Political Conversations

 Sometimes  Seeking Peace and Joy requires conversations about hard human topics like Religion  and Politics.  Change  can come but we need to watch the small signs like a nod, a lump in the throat, or a simple pause… the  “jump” doesn’t always happen when two people are face to face.   This 8-line rhyme is about that.    


As you sit there on a stump

Calmly chatting with a grump

Who presumes you are a chump

Don’t allow your soul to slump

Prime  your brain give it a pump

Give his false myths a sharp bump

In his throat  you’ll see a lump

As his logic just won’t jump


Bipartisan committee?

Monday, July 17, 2023

Letting a Little AIr Out of the AI Balloon


 sorry AI.we’re popping your balloon


Writer’s Note:


It’s been a little bit since the last entry and as I have stated before. There are reasons but no excuses, I am sorry.  I’ve been inspired  but not in a way that produced appropriate subject matter for this media or for this time period in the life of my friendships or family… but alas that is passing slowly so I appreciate those who have checked back and those who have read or reread past postings.  we are once again hearing the clicking and clacking of the chain and the wheels pulling  that long line of cars to the top of the first hill and peeking over the very top the track falls away and then strectches out before us…here we go!


Popping the AI Balloon


So we are sitting in this “Wings” restaurant  in Winston-Salem and seeing some children at our table a perfectly nice  young man pulls a pre-blown balloon from a stash around his belt and bends and twists it into the shape of a “dog” in a matter of seconds and it, of course, is pretty impressive.  However, the guy says something snarky  and well not being able to resist a response  flows from my mouth.  


“sure that’s impressive…you can blow  into a balloon  and make it into a dog…..but can you blow into a dog and make it into a balloon?”


And here is where  the Seeking Peace and Joy Universe makes it’s stand on AI and Chat GPT99.3 or whatever…


Humans have created code that devours data and spits out predictive language, sounds, and pictures that humans layer human qualities upon.   there’s a fancy term for when we put human characteristics on things that are not human it is anthro …morphine  ask your AI to give you the correct word and tell you why AI isn’t just another case of that….good luck AI.  


You see… have you ever heard your AI break into a giggle in church?  Has your AI ever had just enough to drink to break into a long hilarious story about the time when…. ?  Did you ever hear AI trying to hold back a tear when you were parting for a long time?  Did AI ever bet you that he/she could spit or urinate higher, farther, or longer than you?… Now take a close look at the next balloon animal or flower, or sword, or whatever… isn’t it your human brain that is granting it a reality?   It is your imagination and your wanting it to be something that makes it so….. 


In short you are giving it meaning it simply doesn’t have the ability to create on it’s own…. It is just a balloon full of hot air that we choose to treasure  for a bit.  AI has substance and utility for certain yet it is one human’s creation borrowing the data supplied by anotheir’s set of data known as experiences.  What would happen if the experiences weren’t had, verbalized, and shared?  Well the air would go out of the AI balloon pretty quickly I would suspect…. If you don’t think so… ask your phone to tell you a joke and see how long it takes for you to get bored or to hear the same joke twice….. not long.   


so…. Has this been an editorial….yep… and an encouraging one …yep.   You see we are not the balloon we are the breath that makes the balloon into whatever shape AI will be. We determine it’s shape  and we suggest the shape to others.   


Now until AI can blow into a person and make us into a balloon (with the possible exception of politicians)  let’s all chill and keep being thankful for our actual intelligence and our emotionally wonderful existence. More soon…. Peace